Hairy Tales

And so it continues.

My mom actually doesnt hate it.
Well phew.
Would be a fuckin earful if she did.
So she says its pretty Japanese.

So.Peter stared, shook his head and said its like one of those 'AUNTIES' , wutever that means.
But it's nothing good.

So.The advertising owner from the curly wurly cafe said its pretty nice.
Well.

Alrite.Enuf abt the hair.Comments are just comments.

Anyhow.The ash white parts are mutating into some kinda blonde now.Wonderful.I look at the mirror, and see a triad member.Coffeeshop grade triad member.

Yes.Did i just say enuf abt the hair?

Yes.Moving on.

Right infront of an entirely packed station of customers, the 2 bowls of mushroom soup i was carrying suddenly started to tilt towards each other slow mo..diving towards the ground.
Was quite the matrix feeling.It was as if some strange kinda force beyond my control buttered my hands.

For a moment, time froze.
As i saw them slowly crashing to the floor 1 after another.
I also heard voices of ' WOah..' , ' Ooooo', 'OHHH', acappella style.

*Piang..Ke Kiang..*
*PIANG..ping..PANG..piang..*

*SHIT.* that was me.

Oh well.Thats wut i call being in the limelight.Having the attention of EVERYFUCKIN BODY.Like i just performed some kinda daredevil stunt, leaving the audience awe strucked.
The only thing missing was the applause.

Oh well.Least the plate of salad i was holding on my other hand remained intact.In my hand that is.
Wut the hell right?Ah well.Just 2 broken bowls and plates.
Serving has to go on.
Nevermind that i had to stride over a huge pool of mushroom soup.

And so.The aftermath of the bizarre butterring force involved 3 tables of people.
Their shoes socks and well, bits of their pants i think.Can't really rem.

Anyhow.Luck was with me.That ALL were nice and tolerant people.
No complains, NO fuss at all.
But of cos, the embarrassed heroine had to do her rounds of apologies.Tis only right no.

Expressionless dude: ' Its ok. Its ok. Its ok ' ( i felt almost as if i was BOTHERING him by apologising.)

Regular who knows me: ' Dont worry its ok! Im alrite. Im not HURT or anything!' Oh.And he told ZR his SOCKS saved him. -_-

Didnt know who was the 3rd victim.So i didnt bother.

Oh.And this old caucasian couple who weren't affected at all were actually concerned that i might get reprimanded.That was surprisingly thoughtful.

I mean, most reactions would prob go as far as ' Oh...the poor girl.Probably get scolded.' , period.

Cos Zr went to them to check if they were alrite.If they got a SCARE.Cos she overheard the lady telling the guy something like how they heard me said ' SHIT' and i was still LAUGHING or something.

So they said they were alrite and how its no big deal..just bowls of soup.And how im just human.And they were telling her they hope the manager isnt gonna scold me.
Aww.well.It IS quite, well thoughtful ain't it?
Old granny and grandpops.

Tired.I suddenly don't recall wut i intend to write about.

OH GOD YES.THE DREAM.Could make it to the my TOP 10 ickiest dreams.
GROSS.

Goodbye.

Yes.None of it is gonna be mentioned here.